SONNET 17
Love and fortune and my mind, remembererOf that that is now, with that that hath been,Do torment me so that I very oftenEnvy them beyond all measure.Love slayeth mine heart; fortuneis depriverOf all my comfort; the foolish mind thenBurneth and plaineth, as one that seldomLiveth in rest, still in displeasure.My pleasant days they fleet away and pass,But daily yet the ill doth change into the worse,And more than the half is run ofmy course.Alas, not of steel, but of brickle glass,I see that from mine hand falleth my trust,And all my thoughts are dashèd into dust. Love and fortune and my mynde, remembr Of that that is nowe, with that, that hath ben, Do torment me so that I very often Envy theim beyonde all mesure. Love sleith myn hert ; fortune is depriver Of all my comfort ; the folisshe mynde then Burneth and plaineth, as onethat sildam Lyveth in rest still in displeasure. My pleasaunt dayes they flete away and passe, But daily yet the ill doeth chaunge into the wours ; And more than the half is run of my cours. Alas, not of steill, but of brickellglasse, I see that from myn hand falleth my trust : And all my thoughtes are dasshed into dust.
NOTES
rememberer = (my mind) whichis the rememberer (and comparer of that which is now with that which has been).envy them - he envies love, fortune, and his mind, because thay have seen better times, whereas he must live in the present.plaineth = complains, laments.still in displeasure = (but) is constantly in painthe ill doth change into the worse = my bad situation continues to deteriorate.my course = my life.brickle = brittle, breakable (an archaic word).from mine hand falleth - i.e. is cast aside as useless.
